Brick Home.


Day 4 in the Big Bother house.






That was a frantic few days.
Our trepidation as we neared the house on Saturday, turned into abject despair as we opened the front door.

Our son and his friend have been the victim of a serious allergy for the past year.

This takes the form of Hooveritis, Polishandclothitis and combined with the dreaded Whatsthemowerfor, they were in a terrible state........ as was the poor old house!

A years worth of dust and muck has taken us three days to clear, and when it eventually stops raining, I will be able to release the wandering tribe of Pygmies who are lost in the jungle that used to be our lawn.

This really highlights the problem with housework, you do it all, and a year later you have to do all over again.

Crunchie, who seems to be quite a clever animal, has made her mark in the house already.
The other two cats - who have the combined intellect of a frozen pea - are letting her take over.


I am going to put some of the highlights of our last years cruise on here as soon as I dig the pictures out. That should be interesting.







Wish we were there.





Until next time...........................






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Home........Again!

Space...Lots of space.

A three hour motorway journey and meeting our other two cats didn't seem to bother Crunchie in the slightest.

I, on the other hand did not like that at all. Far too fast. Three miles an hour to seventy is a big jump.
It is good to catch up with our friends though and find out what has been going on over the last year or so.
There is so much room here as well as electricity and water, we don't know what to do with it all!!

We have given ourselves a target of a month to get everything sorted out and get back to Ubique,....... which should be plenty of time.





Until next time.............................










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Boats To The Right Of Us,
Boats To The Left Of Us,
Boats To The Front Of Us.


Not really into the valley of death, just a Marina!!



This is strange, very, very strange.

We are now all tucked up in a Marina waiting to be collected in the morning and taken back to the brick house.

Neither of us is a very happy bunny just now, D is absolutely full of tears and I am acting like a bear with a sore head.

These boat parks are quite something though.

They are packed to the gunwales with boats, all no more than a couple of feet from each other, this is just static camping on water in here.

An advantage to be had though, is that electricity is delivered to your door via a little orange lead and there is a water point right on the bow... Now that is a luxury.








We will be back.





Until next time............................










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